So last night, the Chinchillasare in the studio, working on a mix of a song called “Broken Guitar.” It goes about as well as any mix session does, when everyone has different ideas about what should be how loud, and so on. Anyway, fast forward to this morning, when I’m shuttling one kid off to a day camp, and I ask if they want to hear the song, and they say sure, and off it goes. It gets decent reviews from them, and they are tough critics, so far, so good. Do they want to hear it again? No, so on goes the radio. And on 90.1 is a swinging jazzy blues, and then the guitar player starts ripping, and I’m getting into it, and it’s all good this morning. Then the dj announces it was a Tod Vullo disc, and all of a sudden it’s one of those movie like moments when the background gets all fractured, or spins, and the music lifts real big. Why? Well, Tod was one of my guitar teachers way back when, and he was a hoot, used to smoke all the time during the lessons, real loud and funny guy, would give me ten thousand things to do in a half hour’s time. And he could play. Oh boy could he play. Sadly, he was found deadback in 1999 in Houston, and well, what can you say?

So then the mind starts playing tricks on me, making connections, like hey, that was the guy you learned a bunch of stuff from, and here you are playing a song with you on it for your kids while you drive. As much as I try to stay away from believing omens and the like, this event had a major pull, and it is still messing with my skull at the moment. I think the larger picture, though, is that there are incredible people all around, and perhaps a taking a moment to think what others have given you is in order.

Anyway, tomorrow night I’ll be sitting in for Steve Greene at the Little Theater Cafe from 8:30 to 10:30, so I’ve got some practicing to do.

Well tonight ended the season for Little League. And in a fitting, schedule madness kind of end, both boys had the same game time starts at opposite fields. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but yesterday, on the way back from a client, the car the missus was driving decided to overheat outside of Buffalo. Now perhaps you live in the same zip code in a several thousand foot square home, and bring in ridiculous amounts of money, and this wouldn’t pose a problem for you. But just because our mail gets delivered to 14534 doesn’t mean we’re sleeping on mattresses stuffed with hundred dollar bills, and this plunged the whole day to day routine into madness. First off, it was the last day of school, and so feelings of guilt on her behalf, of not being home to see the youngsters get off the bus, well, let’s just say her stock in guilt went through the roof. And on the last day is the ceremonious shaving of the heads, where I take the 24 dollar hair cutter with a number 2 clip on it and shave their hairs down, giving the boys a maintenance free skull for the remainder of the summer. So while the shearing is going on, I am taking pictures with a Sony camera I got at Sears via 18 month financing and priced at a hundred bucks off. I made this idiotic purchase because the digital camera I had was driving me nuts, eating through batteries at an alarming rate, and incurring ridiculous amounts of shutter lag, at which point taking a picture became more an exercise in patience and frustration, and thoroughly damaged any chance at capturing the growth of the lads as they continued to grow.

Fine, so I take the photos, and in the process am getting phone updates about the car spewing its guts over the thruway, and the options of trying to get it repaired in unfamiliar territory, or towing it back here to the place we normally get it serviced, to towing it to the dealership. I don’t know what is causing the problem, and it’s been a bit too long since my mechanic days to make the call over the phone, but fortunately, the missus has signed on with triple A, and the towing, at least at this point, is covered. So hey, tow it home to our guys. But the problem with this is their phone is going to a fax like reception series of tones after about 8 rings. I check the numbers I have for them, and find another through the computer caller ID program I have, and that leads to an ever weirder call, of a series of rings and then a woman hacking. Can you drive out there and see if they are open she asks, and I say yes, although this poses a greater problem, since, being the last day of school, the kids are now free range citizens, running roughshod over the lawn and running like a wild pack of dogs with all the neighborhood kids. So I call to the wildebeests, who act like their plans have been shot to pieces, but I try to make the case that we have to go for mom’s sake. Reluctantly, they get in the car, and we drive a few miles out to Mendon to the auto shop, where it looks like the guys are on vacation. I call the missus and tell her to have it towed to the dealership, where I think the car will be taken care of relatively quickly, but am feeling an upcoming sucker punch to the wallet.

As she is being towed to the dealer’s, we are off to karate at the Pittsford Rec, where the elder has advanced, and the younger wants to play catch while the class goes on. In the midst of this, the missus calls and says she is close to being there, and can we pick her up or should she call her mom. I ask the younger, who opts for catch, and ask if that is okay. She says her mom will pick her up, and we go back to playing catch. While I am tossing balls in the air, I am now trying to figure out how we will get to both ballgames the next day, and wondering if the sinus cold I have will get better, or will I be hacking up mucus until September.

So at this point, karate class ends, and I ask the lads if they want to get fast food, thinking it’s an easy win for dinner. The younger says, BK, McD’s, or Wendy’s, while the elder says, I don’t want to eat an any place you do. So much for my menu planning. I call the missus and tell her to meet us at home, and she says she is shopping the showroom, something that drives me nuts at this point, since we don’t have cash for repairs, the siding and windows on our house have gone south, and things are looking a bit bleak. So I head home with the kids. When I ask what they would like for dinner, the elder says Wendy’s with enthusiasm, and this starts sending me over the edge. Now I politely lecture him about the price of gasoline, and how we were halfway there, and I’m fighting a losing battle, and so I call the missus and ask her and her mom to meet us at Wendy’s on Winton.

So we get there, and hanging out front, I keep telling them to look for their mom, and they just got their heads shaved, and school is now over, so they are all looseygoosey. And mom and granny show up, and we go inside, and just trying to get confirmation of what they want to drink from a limited amount of choices is pushing me further over the edge, it’s either Sprite or fruit punch or lemonade, and then it’s taking forever for the staff to get the meal together, and then the elder blurts out, daddy got a new camera.

And then everything gets messy, and Wendy’s isn’t the place I want to be. But whatever.

So the next day the missus takes the car to work, and I am working on a drainage ditch in the back, and that’s too long a side story to get into, but suffice it to say my back and selective joints are still killing me at this hour, and the job is only halfway done. The main event today is 2 ballgames at the same time at two different locations, which means the missus has to come home early, so we can leave in time to get to both locations. Usually the younger’s game get over sooner, so I say we’ll drop you and the elder off, and then head to the younger’s game, and then make it back for the end of the elder’s game. So in theory and practice this works – we drop off the elder and the missus, and I get to the younger’s game with time to spare, and I think this might actually work. But the game ends up taking forever, with the opposing team not being too skilled in the art of hitting, and time stalls. Plus, kids on both sides are moving in slow motion. School is over, some have gone to Seabreeze earlier in the day, and walk the field like zombies, tired, directionless, well, like tired kids after school is done. This is clearly not like any other game this season. It is painfully slow, and made more so because I put my eggs in this basket, and am expecting to be out of here sooner, so I can catch the end of the other game. But the baseball gods are not on my side. Watching this game is like coming out of anesthesia, and I am not wishing for it to end quickly, but there is simply nothing I can do to make it speed up. Much like watching one play develop in a little league game that seems like slow motion, the whole game seems to be running on half speed.

At the end of the game, there is much rejoicing, and trophies, and treats, and I get a game ball signed by the kids even though I was technically not a coach but showed up a lot and pitched a few games (sorry to the two kids I hit), and the mood is good. I tell the younger we have to hustle to catch the end of the elder’s game, which at this point, following a cell phone call, I find is 3 outs or 5 runs from being over. We hustle out of the field, into the car, and as we pull into the parking lot of the other field, I see the kids hopping around like crazy, and the game is clearly over. Long story short we head to Wahl’s in the basin for ice cream and burgers, and a season ending ceremony that parents appreciate, but the kids are so wired it’s hard to tell their perspective.

We head home, but it’s not over, because the missus is going to borrow her mom’s car for the next day, since when I called the dealership earlier they couldn’t replicate the overheating problem (having been a mechanic, this is entirely understandable), and the car won’t be back in our clutches until at least tomorrow. On the way to her mom’s she calls a friend to see if said friend can take the elder to a vacation camp, but the friend has been called into work, which means more creative driving for tomorrow, and at this point I am just hoping the Mets can win tonight to end a nasty losing skid. After the kids are home and have been bathed and showered, they announce since school is over they can stay up until whenever, but I tell them differently, since there is the vacation school thing, and that there is no need to blow the whole summer vacation freedom in one day. I am just hoping for a beer or two to kill the joint and back pain, and catch up on the Mets, who, thankfully, win 8-2, and give me some sort of hope for the end of the season.

In any event, I don’t know what the diagnosis on the car will be, but I am hoping for a cheap solution, I still have ditches to dig in the back yard, there are transportation issues ahead, but seated on the table in front of me is a baseball signed by all the kids on the younger’s team, and behind that, the trophies that both kids received tonight. I am reassured that despite whatever nonsense the missus and me are stuck with, work problems, car troubles, whatever, that this season of ball has been a boon to both, and in the big picture that’s all that really matters. And with that thought I am now going to bed.

Also, just a day after the previous post I wrote about a woman who takes her daughter many places by bike to try to save gas, and how she talked about drivers not paying attention, comes a story out of Brighton where a mother and son were hit while on their bikes. According to the story they are okay, but again, with school just out, drivers need to be aware of what’s on the road and not the radio or phone.

60 is the new 40, at least at the gas pumps, where the other day it took just a shade under 60 bucks to fill up the Volkswagen Jetta. Egads. So what to do about skyrocketing costs of living? Pack it all up and move to the hinterlands? Eat only bread and water? Following is a little tidbit about a woman in Pittsford making a difference in her life, and the lives of others.

It was 20 years ago that Beth Garver decided she needed to make a change, to lose some excess weight she had acquired. She was in Mexico at the time, and unlike some who temporarily lose weight to gain it back, she has kept it off. She has also managed to trim her lifestyle accordingly, cutting out excessive trips in the car, conserving wherever possible, and taking a better approach to eating and life in general.

She contacted me through the blog about a week ago, and I got the chance to visit with her this morning. She described her path that began with cutting out processed foods and the like, of exercising, and how that has made a change in her life. She talked about how that led to her researching things she would hear, how people would give her advice, and how she would not accept it blindly, but tracked down the truth concerning each tidbit of information passed her way.

This logically led into a greater worldview that encompassed not only calories, but all aspects of her life. When people talk about a “Green” movement, too often the image of a grungy hippie springs to mind. Yet Garver made the interesting point that while a green lifestyle, recycling and all, can be considered liberal, it’s actually a conservative position. Thus the big blue rain barrel hat sits by her garden to collect rainwater to feed the plants during dry spells. And the bicycle trailer, which she carried her daughter to school in most days, weather permitting. Rolling back the thermostat in the winter. Eating raw foods, eschewing processed food stuffs.

Beth Garver with her bike trailer

Is there a benefit? Well, Garver had a youthful sheen to her, and explained how much better she felt overall. Rarely taking medicines, no junk food, joining a co-op, all have greatly contributed to a better quality of life for her, as well as her husband and her daughter. In some respects, like gasoline costs, there has been a savings, she said. In others, well, buying organic costs a little more. There are health benefits as well. Describing a recent jaunt out to Gates and back on the canal path, for example, a roughly 30 mile trip on the bike, not only saved gas, but was good for the heart as well.

There are downsides and hazards, like drivers yakking on their cell phones, not paying attention to what’s happening on the road. She mentioned an intersection where she had a feeling a driver was going to do something stupid, and did, lurching out. As a bike rider myself, I have seen this way too often. Perhaps if the collective conscious of the town was raised a little bit, maybe things would flow a little better. I even felt bad while I was talking to Garver, since I am a bloated product of a poor diet, and was, at the moment, all jacked up on sinus meds to fend off a nasty cold. It’s not that hard to do what she has done, and the payoffs seem worthwhile.

So I pose the question to you, readers – do you conserve in any way? Aside from recycling on trash day, have you made any seeming sacrifices, only to find benefits (for example, cut out junk food, feel better and losing weight)? Should there be some sort of Green Day of Recognition? An event where paths to a better lifestyle are described? Or should we all just drive Hummers to the beach and leave the empties in the sand?

Well, it happened again on the little league fields. Another triple play. Once again, Dan was the man, catching the pop up, tagging second, and then throwing to first. What are the odds? Consecutive triple plays. The only word that comes to my mind at the moment is unbelievable.

I’d try to think of other words, but at the moment a nasty sinus cold is laying me out like a linoleum kitchen floor. And yes, I feel roughly the same as said floor, all trod upon and dirty. I had plans to get stuff done this weekend, but instead was doped up on Benadrylon the couch, oozing in and out of consciousness while I perused what the free Starz Preview movies offered up. Stellar stuff too, like Ghostrider and Click. The former, a horrid comic book adaption with Nicolas Cage sleepwalking through the movie, and I know, because I kept nodding off and rewinding over and over. In all, I’d say it took me about 6 hours or so total to watch an hour and a half movie. Just got done watching Click, and Adam Sandler flick where he essentially sleepwalks through the entire movie. Basically a ripoff of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” and way too long and obvious. Better to see bad movies when you’re sick though.

And yes, if you’re asking, that was my mom in a recent story that appeared in the D&C. They don’t make them like that anymore.

So yesterday I picked up the first weekly shipment of produce from Windy Meadow Farms, and I am really looking forward to a summer of fresh food. The bags contained potatoes, cilantro, lettuce, spinach, and radishes, and the spinach is already gone, and boy was it good. Real earthy, solid flavor, got cooked with some garlic and oil and down it went. I found a recipe for radishes with butter and salt, and had one for breakfast this way, and it was a whole new take – the butter and salt cut the sharpness of the radish, and later I’ll try the same combination heated.

Last night, the Squeaky Chair played at Starry Nites Cafe, and there were few people in attendance. My guess is that jazz festival downtown is the culprit, but we had fun playing for the couple in the back (a song for each of them), and the young girl studying like crazy. I had a cut across my finger from a box cutter on trash day, and that made playing a problem. For anyone else, that kind of cut is nothing, not even an annoyance. but ask a guitar player how much fun it is to get a flap of skin caught on a string, and you’ll get a different answer. Total take for the night was $9 per band member, and I can’t wait to spread that cash around locally, help prop up the economy. And I am glad I’m not the type to believe in omens or signs, since, on the way home from the gig, the radio was playing Beck’s “Loser.” To top it off, it started raining halfway home, so I got to shower while I unloaded my stuff in the garage.

Anyway, school is almost over, and for parents that means being on guard while teens speed recklessly (is there any other way?) around neighborhoods for the next two weeks, smash mailboxes, and steal beers from garage refrigerators (happened next door the other night. My neighbor said it wasn’t a big deal, just a couple of rolling rocks, but he’s been lubing up his shotgun, and baiting his driveway with Doritos just in case they return). And let’s cross our fingers and hope we don’t have one of those end of the year car crashes where a life or lives are gone too soon.

Well, the weather has been a little nutty lately, sunny one second, pouring rain the next, making this place live up to the axiom, that if you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes. Doesn’t bother me in the least, I like variety, but I am saddened for a second when I see that Cyd Charisse passed away. Maybe you don’t remember her dancing in “Singing in the Rain” with Gene Kelly, or other pictures, but that’s your loss, and you can check it out on video.

The rain also cancelled one baseball practice, as thunder and lightning filled the sky Monday night. But I did get a moment in the car when the younger noticed 2 rainbows, count ‘em, 2, and I don’t think I’d ever seen that, so it was special.

As for other things good, the elder son graduated to yellow belt at karate at the Pittsford Rec, and I have only great things to say about the program. When the sensei was giving out promotions yesterday, there was a moment when he announced the highest white belts, and as the elder’s name wasn’t called, he realized he would be moving up to yellow belt. There was a look on his face that cannot be described, an ultimate joy, and when the sensei was calling names of those next to be advanced, both he and the kid next to him hopped up to attention way too soon, and, well, as a parent, it was a beautiful thing to see. If you’re looking for something for the kids to do this summer while school is out, check out what the Pittsford Recreation Department has to offer, and don’t be bashful about signing up.

Anyhoo, it’s late, and I’m tired, and I’m sorry I missed the Farmer’s Market today across from Pittsford Plaza. And speaking of the Plaza, I am this close to not shopping there anymore, because of the idiotic traffic flow some genius came up with. At the 3-way intersection just up from that Cheesecake place, I pulled to a stop with two other cars after I had left Weggies, and the other 2 drivers just had a deer in headlights look in their faces. Finally, frustrated, I pulled forward and beat it out of there, leaving the other 2 cars to duke it out. Doesn’t anyone know how a 3 or 4 way intersection works anymore? Couldn’t someone have designed a better traffic flow than what is there now? I know this is irrational, but it’s gotten to the point where I’ll shop somewhere else rather than deal with the rat’s maze that is the plaza. Who is in charge there anyway? Wrong Way Corrigan?

So this morning, as most dads know, was Father’s Day, and chances are you got a gift from the kids. I received some lovely cards from both lads, one that opened up and played Star Wars music, and one that played the lead section of “Freebird”. This was definitely an improvement from waking up way too early this morning, after having a nightmare some guy was trying to kill me with a crossbow. Note to self, lay off the caffeine. Following the cards I received a book that the elder son made in class, a collection of “The Best Advice My Dad Gave Me Was . . . ” from each kid in class. Aside from gems like, “Don’t talk to strangers,” and “Never talk to men in black suits,” my boy’s submission of the best advice I ever gave him was “Never stand on the toilet.” On the one hand, I thought, that is good advice, yet part of me wondered if that’s the best I’d given him in eight years or so. Finally, the missus got me a reel mower, so we’ll see how that works in a day or so.

Off to a little league game shortly after 11, and the Patio Enclosure Window Smashers (the kids thought up the name, well, the window smashing part; Patio Enclosures is the sponsor) were in fine form today. The team is a good group, and can hit and field well for their age group. But today, one player, who hits and fields very well, had an unassisted triple play. No lie. He was playing in the pitcher’s spot, and the ball was popped up to him. he grabbed it, and started running to first. I don’t know how familiar you are with base runners in the 7-8 year old range, but usually when the ball is hit, they run. Hard to teach them to hold on when the ball is popped up. So the ball is hit, runners on first and second are off like greyhounds, and Dan grabs the pop-up for the first out. He runs to first and tags the bag for the second out. I was coaching in shallow right field, and I’m watching this play out like a Little Rascal’s short. Coaches for the other team are shouting to the runners to get back. Coaches for the Window Smashers are screaming the play is at second now. Dan now sees there is a chance to get the runner at second as well, and takes off. He gets to the bag before the other runner, 3 outs, inning over. It’s one of those things that seems to happen in slow motion, and was at the time, unbelievable. But it happened. And if you know how to score it, let me know. So hats off to Dan and the rest of the Window Smashers for a job well done.

As for Positively Pittsford, we didn’t make it down there. We had an early ballgame, and then the rain came, and that was pretty much it for us. I cannot say if roving gangs of middle aged toughs took over the place, a mix of the Wild One and the Blackboard Jungle, so if anyone went and survived, let me know in the comments section. It’s a shame it didn’t happen today, because the weather is pretty sweet.

That’s it for me for today. After a 20 mile bike ride, I’m ready to snooze in the hammock. Bring it on, I say, bring it on.

Seems the developer is a step closer to urban renewal along Monroe Avenue. A recent storyin the Brighton-Pittsford Post explains the details, and it looks like the residents on Pickwick and Shoreham object to the building sizes and lack of parking. Will their voices be heard? Should they be? My guess is yes, but the construction will go ahead anyway. If you live in that area, can you shoot me an e-mailand let me know your thoughts on the matter? Thanks.

If you’re not doing anything tonight, head on down to the Port Of Pittsford for the kick off of the Summer Concert Series. Usually the Port is crowded with ships bringing goods and wares from Olde New York City, but the harbor traffic will be quieted when the bands take the stage. Tonight’s performer is the 78RPM band – and if you want to have fun, ask a teenager what that name stands for, and expect a glassy-eyed look in return.

Again, Saturday is Positively Pittsford, an event of local assertion if there ever were one. Got a note from Bill Carpenter buried in a PTSA newsletter. May as well include it here as a public service, so it follows presently:

FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL FAMILIESA LETTER FROM MR. CARPENTER, TOWN OF PITTSFORD SUPERVISORDear Parents:As you are aware, the Town holds two major community events in the parking lot behind the Library, Positively Pittsford and Pittsford Celebrates. These events are well received by our residents and we look forward to organizing them each year.

Over the last year or two, we have seen a significant increase in attendance by our youth, particularly the middle school teens. We are pleased they want to be part of our events and also pleased that you feel that the venue is safe enough for them to attend.

However, we have also observed some inappropriate behavior and have become concerned about the affect this might have on our family oriented events. Residents and families have also voiced their concerns to us about what is going on. The problem that occurs is that the middle school teens are congregating with their friends, which often becomes very large groups. These groups have been disruptive to the events by their sheer size as well as their behavior. During the events, our staff and our security are spending an inordinate amount of time on this issue. In the long run we are concerned about the perception that is developing about our community events as well the perception about the youth of our community.

We hope your middle school age children will continue to attend our events. However, we also ask the following: · We ask that parents accompany their middle school youth and/or teens to future community events. · We ask that you inform your youth and/or teens that inappropriate or dangerous behavior will not be tolerated during events and may result in a call to parents for removal from the event area.

If you should have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Very truly yours,

William A. CarpenterSupervisorTown of Pittsford

Back to me now, and the last thing this event needs is gangs of roving teens living out their Lord of the Flies theories on an unsuspecting public. Although a quick glance at the weather shows a chance of showers, and that and a bar of soap should keep those, in the words of Scooby Doo, “meddlesome kids” away.

And if you’re not enthralled with heading into the heart of town, you can shoot on over to Wegmans for a skin cancer screening. No, really, you can. From 10 to 2. Follow the link, it’s true. And while you’re there, pick me up something for dinner.

To beat the heat Monday after school, the boys and I took in the Kung Fu Panda movie out at the multi cineplex filmarama centre at Eastview Mall, which is, of course, just around the corner. And while I have slogged my way through some dreadfully horrible kiddie movies, I am pleased as planters punch to report this movie is a hoot, the animation is brilliant, the colors would make Timothy Leary cry, and frankly, I’d go see it again. And I might just do that. Although if I return, I would forego (funny, blogger’s spellcheck doesn’t recognize this word) the wallet busting popcorn and soda purchase. So long gig money. Getting out of the theater showed the heat wave was still upon us, so it was back home to the couch.

There was a point yesterday, while playing catch with the younger one, where a deep sense of relief came over me. The clouds were passing lazily overhead, and as the orange and purple tints were just touching the fringes of the big fluffy monsters, I felt the cool breeze and realized the heat had left town. A huge release – turn the ac off, crack open the windows for fresh air, and just live without worry. I didn’t mind tossing the tennis ball high in the sky, throwing so hard my shoulder hurt with each effort, watching the lad snatch the ball as it came down. It was cool again. Relief. Like getting your homework done early, or paying your tax bill before it’s due.

Looking ahead, Positively Pittsford happens this Saturday, and if you’re not familiar with it, well, the parking lot behind the library if filled with games for the kids, food, exhibits, music, and usually caps off at night with fireworks. It’s a great sense of community, and it helps that most of the stuff is free – kid’s games at least. The fun begins at noon and travels until 9:00.

moved to Pittsford as a teenager and attended Pittsford-Mendon High School. Her greatest passion is as a lover of and advocate for the arts and music. Donna attended Rhode Island School of Design and earned an MFA from R.I.T. She’s a free-lance art director, advertising photographer and copywriter. Her love of narrative and film has led her to direct and produce short films.

Donna developed her awareness of and concern for environmental issues after being
exposed to the chemicals in artist materials in art schools in the US and Canada which
made her ill for a time. Healthy today, she finds pleasure in nature, writing, and music.
She enjoys Pittsford for its picturesque locations, wildlife, and community involvement.

was born in Rochester, lived here for a while until his dad was transferred to Connecticut ("Thanks, Xerox."). Then a few years later they came back to Fairport ("Thanks again, Xerox."), but Bill went to Pittsford schools. He moved over to Pittsford in 1979. He worked a bunch of jobs, played in bands, went back to MCC and then U of R for a Bachelor's degree in the early 90's. Shortly after that, he moved to NYC with his wife, Laura, where he worked at Ogilvy & Mather and Christie's doing tech support. They moved out to Northern Virginia during the Internet boom, hoping to get rich quick, but missed that boat. They moved back to Pittsford in 2001, along with two boys. Bill still plays guitar with the Chinchillas, the Squeaky Chair Jazz band, and the Steve Greene Trio occasionally.

"Though all communities and areas get a certain reputation (deserved or not), there is a good quality of life here, and the bulk of the people I have met here and places I have been to reflect that," Bill says. "My reason for wanting to blog about the town is at least twofold -- to vent my views and continue with writing, but also to force myself to engage in the environment in which I live. Too many people complain there is nothing to do or see, but they never actually get out and look. I don't want to be like that."